Before I moved here, I knew the pump on the well was not working. I called the pump guy that the owner suggested before moving and he agreed to meet me on Friday afternoon (the day we arrived) after 3 p.m. Well, 3 p.m. came and went and finally at around 6 o'clock I called and left a message. I then called his emergency number twice over the weekend and still no answer.
Monday morning I called the other pump company here locally and they were out on jobs all day but Wendy told me the pump guy would call me Tuesday morning!! Well, dang, Barney did call Tuesday morning and was out to the house in 45 minutes!!
In order to save some money, I cleaned all of this out of the pump house and scrapped all the mud and crap off the floor.
This is the new pump!!
This is the new tank and now I have water to the house!
This is the roof of the pump house and I am going to need to shore it up until I can get out there and clean all the ivy off the roof and eventually build a fun new pump house out there!!
The joke during the 4 day that I did not have water at the house (oh, and there was no toilet that I would ever get within 5 feet from anyway) was that when my niece Deborah called she had to leave a message because I was in the grocery store restroom washing my hair!!
yeah water... always good to have in the house. one small step but a great advantage.. am watching this space with interest.
ReplyDeleteYou are a true pioneer woman, Kris! Washing your hair in the grocery store restroom? What a hoot! You do what ya gotta do!
ReplyDeleteGlad you have water now.
Oh, the trials and tribulations! I thought that only happened here. I live on an island. I call that 'being on island time'!
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